I replace the receiver and my hand trembles at the fear of the flames in my garden, silly me fancy lighting the barbeque so close to the wooden fencing? Within minutes I hear the sound of sirens, at first in the distance, but getting closer. I tuck a strand of stray blonde hair behind my ear as I stand transfixed as my garden burns. I compose myself, feeling foolish, what have I done?
The engine pulls up outside my house and the neighbour's curtains twitch, some even come out into the road feigning concern, meeting the fire brigade I explain what has happened and show them into my garden. A tall handsome, dark haired, green eyed fireman tells me to step aside as he runs past me with a hose in his hands. I'm flattened to the brickwork as a blonde stockier fire fighter joins him taking up the slack. I am frozen to the spot but a third fire fighter takes my elbow and escorts me to safety.
It's not until we reach the pump that I realise I am shaking, it can't be from the cold as it's a warm summers night? He tells me "Don't worry love it'll soon be out" my knees buckle as he speaks to me and he can see I am about to fall. Quickly with lightening response he lifts me over his shoulder.
Before I know it I'm sitting in the back of the red vehicle and I'm being offered some water. I notice the strong fingers, no wedding and nicely trimmed nails. He removes his helmet and I look up into dreamy blue eyes and observe his cropped hair. I feel myself becoming damp; my black silky knickers are sticking to my engorged pussy folds. He smiles at me with perfect teeth as if he knows what I am thinking. His colleagues are running around outside the pump. Taking off his jacket he places it around me shoulders, his hand catches my left breast and I sigh as his thumb brushes against my hardening nipple.
